Fashionably late

It all started so well. At the train station in good time, taking photos, looking forward to a fabulous day. Best laid plans, and all that... A long delay, followed by an unscheduled change of trains, and I became a seething mass of resentment and disappointment. I should be there by now! Oh well, railing against events you can't do anything about is pretty pointless. Though I really don't like to be late. Especially not a whopping 2 hours late. Not when there are gorgeous blog buddies waiting for me! Thankfully, a restorative pint (ta, Vix, I owe you a drink!) and lunch was...